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❪ test drive #6 ❫
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YOUR STORY BEGINS  The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that. You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma. Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't —
CLEAN-UP CREW  While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes. The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely. Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit! For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream. PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP  By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station. The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning. Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape. Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course. SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER  The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold. (Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!) There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril. The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches. SOCIAL-LINKED(in) By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile: STASIS UNITS  During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants. On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than. FINAL OOC NOTES
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Thanks, I try
You should try it sometime, too
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But you're right! Absolutely correct. Here I come!
[When Futaba pulls up the keyboard to reply, the happy emoji to the left of her keyboard pops a wink.
Then the phone vibrates. Rattles.
The backing heats like the girth of a whistling kettle, and begins to steam like one too.]
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The phone vibrates, but there's no notification. Then it's like feeling the battery overheat, and briefly she wonders if these phones are faulty and the battery's gonna explode. Then the phone begins whistling ( just as she drops it, hands red and throbbing ), and that's about when she realizes that this isn't normal.
She scrambles back, eyes locked on her device. Shoulders tense, head spinning as she wonders if she needs to get the fuck out. ]
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Then the screen blows off. The glass rockets into the air and shatters on impact with the ceiling. The metallic guts left behind steam and surge with a runny, bubbling ooze, pinkish and white and smelling as foul as a summer corpse left to bake. It spills over the sides and runs into a puddle. The boiling stream is steady, widening as Futaba watches.
There's a final, quaint ping.]
You have one new message. Main menu: to hear new messages, press one. To hear all messages, press two...
[There's a beep. A bubble blossoms and pops with the heavy snap of magma.]
First. New message:
[And the voice comes in a roar. Not just from the phone, but from all around, vibrating through the walls, buffeting at Futaba's ears. And between them too — though the sensation is hard to place at first, she'll realize that she's hearing the voice a half-second earlier in the privacy of her own mind.
Perhaps because she was expecting it.]
FUTAAAABAAAAAA!!
why would you let me keep my html errors
— But, god, it's somehow still terrifying when she's actually the one experiencing it ( all the more reason to stop engaging with the rest of the world, maybe ). Or maybe it's more terrifying to watch her beloved piece of technology try to break itself in half. She's not sure, but she doesn't like any of it, but she can't stop watching. Listening. The wind picks up in the room as something vaguely ufo-shaped begins to materialize above her, but she knows that won't do much in the long run ( she can't be a master support if there's no one that will fight in front of her ).
It does even less at the shrieking of an all-too familiar voice. ] N-no—
[ Except it's wrong and off and something that belongs in a palace and not here, she's supposed to be done with this, over this, a stronger person who stops letting her own demons control her. She grits her teeth, but it's hard to straighten her shoulders when the phone doesn't stop.
So, she clenches her eyes shut, curls further in on herself, and yells. ] You're— you're not real! I know you're not real, so cut it out!
to make you face your transgressions in the light of day (ALSO TW: GORE sorry)
There's a burbling laugh. Bubbles rise and pop at the sound. It's the screeching voice of her phantom mother, but there's a second voice along with it. Childish and giddy, a hyena in human sound.]
NOT REEEEAL?! NOT REEEEAL!! WHAT A BAD DAUGHTER! WRETCHED BRAT!
[The liquid gives an unsavory slurp and the middle dips down, like a sinkhole has opened under the remains of her phone. Then it bulges up in two. Out come a pair of elegant hands with fingers delicate and twitching like spider legs, gloved in white and staining pink with the goop. They take purchase on the cold floor as they heave up a head and shoulders. Though bowed and sticky with the pus, the slick dark hair lopped in a bob spoils the surprise. When Wakaba Isshiki lifts her face, her skin is a deadman's lilac and her jaw lays broken and sagging, a broken-boned weight cradled in the bruised flesh of her face. Her mouth gapes open, the teeth knocked half out of their gums, old blood pooled as a gelatin bath for her swollen tongue. Her spectacles are shattered and the side where the car had struck her is missing an arm. The eye on the same side is squeezing out of its socket, ripe red and drifting.
The useless mouth curls, loose teeth clacking as the mish mash makes to speak.]
COME HERE, YOU UNGRATEFUL GIRL! COME SEE THE MESS YOU MADE OF YOUR MOTHER!
i swear i haven't abandoned this
But maybe with the new world, comes new rules — her muscles locked and any desire to look up, the morbid fascination, is completely gone. The voice is something of nightmares, but ones that she's been plagued by for far too long, things she can't just shake off. Every move of defiance is met with a certain level of horror that threatens to swallow her hole. ]
You're not— you're not my mom! [ She's speaking into her legs, still. But the sentence holds enough of a conviction that it rattles her a little, the startling realization that this is a nightmare. One she can wake up from. She just needs to, she has to—
It's uncertain what happens first — the gust of wind, the blinking and whirring of the electronics in the room. The sudden appearance of tentacles connected to a large, flying object that hovers over her.
She can't bring herself to look at where her phone is — was — but she can bring herself to look up. Necronomicon's got a hold on her, which means maybe, maybe, this nightmare will be over soon. ]